In time long ago, this symbolic gesture made clear but detached from our Mother,
is now taken in fear. Cloudwalker's work load is now twice as much with Indian
hair cut short, spirit lacking as such.

The Elders, they speak, "Time of change is sure to come" yet too little thanks
given for each dawning day's sun.

And Pipes sold connected, displayed in pitiful disgrace by venders who seek
profit off the Spirit of our Red Race.

The dream slowly fades and washes away with time Cement Indian walks proudly,
with his bottle of wine. Spirit keeps on working, it's all they can do For the
time of change is coming, for both me and you.